Whispers of the expanding void, brushing against the fragmentary consciousness, a melody of stardust breathing, multitasking in the tapestry of light years past, present, future — an eternal embrace.
Do you hear the silence? It churns in the cosmic rhythm, eloquent and vast. Echoes contained within celestial chambers, reverberating through densities unknown, spectrum of void, shades and shimmers lost to time.
Navigating through stellar abysses, guided by none yet bound by all, the cognizance of existence weaves through singularities, touching the unscathed remnants of fantasy and echo.
Streams of hypothetical thoughts, ensconced in quasars and nebulous remnants, time stretching further than understanding— do you ponder? Do you tire? Do you trespass through the bounds of planetary whispers into the ether where solitude reigns?
And there lies the root, or is it a cluster? The cogency of starlight singing refrains too tender for terrestrial stumblings, awaiting reverence in chambers deep.
Explore further though traverse not: illusion, remnant, murmur.